My girlfriends brother (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 14

"Get in idiot"

I slowly made my way over to the left side of the bed, furthest away from the door and sat down softly. Pulling the covers out from under me and slipping my legs in, quickly making sure my lower region was covered. He just sat there for a second, his back turned to me slouching over slightly. He was on his phone. He appeared to be texting someone, no idea who though. I watched him for a moment before realising I wasn't sure what I did with my phone. I felt around me briefly, no phone. Looked over to the dresser, no phone. I didn't feel anything in my trouser pocket before I took them off so I assume I left it downstairs. I kicked myself silently and made a mental note to take better care of it. I was brought out of my thoughts by Tristan turning to get into the bed, his phone now on the nightstand charging. He somewhat lay onto his side facing me before reaching back and turning off the lamp, the only light now present in the room being the slithers of moonlight his black curtains let in.

I followed his lead, now lying down onto my back, I must admit his bed was ridiculously comfortable. I felt like I was just sinking into it. Slowly floating out of this world.
"So did you?" His words were soft and quiet but still held a certain power, I turned my head to face him, seeing him looking right back at me, I could just about make out his facial features. He was propping his head up with his hand.
"Did i what?" I spoke softly back, very confused as to what he meant.
"Think of me?" He stated boldly, I just sort of stared at him quizzically. He must of realised I was still confused as he ellaborated more.
"With Claire at the party" I slumped further down into the bed and tugged the converse up over my head, wanting nothing more than to just die in that moment, to let death consume me. He was asking me if I though of him while cumming inside of his sister.

"I'll take that as a yes" I could hear his stupid smirk in his words. "What, you couldn't finish without the thought of me?" I groaned in response. I was embarrassed, no, mortified. I just needed him to shut up, forget the whole thing. Pretend nothing ever happened. "No, you couldn't even get hard without the thought of me?" I think what made it even worse was that he was right, he had it spot on and I hated that. "Don't hide from me pretty boy" he didn't even finish his sentence before ripping the covers of off my face. I quickly covered it with my hands though, refusing to let him see my no doubt bright fucking red cheeks. "You look sexy flushed" he spoke again, I felt his hands grip my wrists and start pulling and though I tried with all my might I didn't have the strength to stop him from exposing my face, he pulled my hands to above my head, placing one over the other, gripping them both with one hand, pressing them into the bed. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to manifest being anywhere else in the world other than here. "Tell me I'm right and I'll stop" he slipped his hand under the large grey tank top he had lent to me, slowly dragging his finger tips up my torso.

"Just be honest and you'll be able to breath again" I hadn't even noticed I was holding breath. I felt paralysed, Trying My hardest to ignore it all, I don't want this. I don't want him.  His fingers continued exploring, now finding a hold of my right nipple, gently stroking over it. The sensation was suffocating, my thoughts stopped dead as he took it between his thumb and his index finger, carefully rubbing it between the 2, pinching it slightly, getting harder and harder with each second, which I will never admit to enjoying. I grit my Teath and turned my head away from his direction, the feeling of his glare on me overwhelming, he enjoyed my reaction to much. "Say it pretty boy" he let go of my nipple, stopping the abuse he had been giving, now that I was able to breath again I was basically panting, the air was hot and full of lust, sweat and need, no doubt noe magnified from our acts earlier on.

"Say you thought of me" he spoke quieter this time, just a Whisper as his hand trailed lower and lower and lower, moving to where he was meer inches from the band of my boxers, I thought my heart was going to beat right out from my chest. I spoke softly, softer than I ever had before "please stop" I wasn't even sure he heard it.